In Mianshui County, it was like dancing on a tightrope. Even if you successfully took ninety-nine steps, it was useless because one wrong step could plummet you into an abyss.
Those ninety-nine steps would have been in vain.
Therefore, she became fearful.
She dreaded the day it might be her husband who died.
She truly did not know how she would live if her husband were to die.
Like a walking corpse perhaps?
She was scared, truly frightened.
Chen Jie could feel his wife's inner thoughts, but he could not give her any assurances.
It was an era of great contention!
Without contention, only a wretched end awaited.
If they retreated to the village, what could he use to protect her if the enemies pursued them there?
To protect their home?
The moment he set foot on this path, there were no retreats left, only forward.
Struggling in the most perilous circles was the only way to gain power, influence, and the resources needed for his training.
